The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Elias woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. He was lying in a trench that did not exist. Above him, the sky was the color of old bruised plums, stretching endlessly without a sun. It was a place of thin air and sharp silence. He sat up. His knees cracked. He was old. His hands were gnarled, like the roots of the oak tree that had fallen in the yard last autumn. In his right hand, he held a...

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